(It’s my first day of working as a barista for a popular coffee shop and every year, at around November, there is a promo that if you buy a certain coffee, you get a sticker; if you get enough stickers, you get a year-long planner.)

Girl: “No, no. But could you please give the sticker to the next person who asks?”

Me: “Sure thing! Could I have your name for the cup?”

Girl: “[Name.]” *spells out her name as I write it*

Me: “All right! Please wait at the bar for your drink!”

(She pays for her drink and the next customer gets her sticker. Later on, when she’s served her food, she takes her tray to a table that’s yet to be cleaned, she clears it herself, throwing away the empty plastic cups and paper towels in the proper wastebins, and walks back to the bar to return the tray, filled with a neatly piled stack of plates of the last person who occupied the table.)

Supervisor: “Hi, Miss [Name]! Good to see you again! How’s your screenplay going?”

Girl: “Oh, hey! Still working on it, like you do, thanks very much for asking!”

(I asked my supervisor about her because I’ve never met anyone so polite! Apparently, this girl has been going to this particular coffee shop for years and she’s been doing this for as long as anyone can remember. She would stay for hours at a time, writing things, and sometimes order every few hours. I’ve never known anyone so self-sufficient, polite, and kind… especially in this country! I don’t know if you’ll ever see this but you rock, girl!)